sweaty limbs entangled like vines on a chainlink fence,
tongues, fingers, hearts slipping into deeper caves.
some get lost in the folds and moan,
digging, pulling, panting, get me out.
she is not heard.
darkness is broken by streams of light
revealing secrets in every shaded corner.
skin on skin.
smooth, supple, sweet.
his hands explore her milky body.
she wonders if this is what
his dreams are made of.
the lights go out as she stumbles her way
back into the carnage.
a hand reaches out, grabs her arm,
pulls her down into the labyrinth of limbs.
she lays there with her eyes open
until darkness becomes familiarity
watching her love melt into liquid bliss.
her body is banged up, bent up,
becomes numb as the dark, saturated shadow
releases his pleasure.
her eyes are closed,
as she searches for
the lake of purity.
